Tomorrow

Tomorrow we’re burying my dad’s ashes. I don’t know what to say now, and I doubt that I will have figured something out by then. It’s been four and a half months since he died, and somehow I’m still in shock.

I worked an eight hour shift today. I’m hoping that I’m tired enough that when I hit the bed I will fall asleep immediately. I don’t want to think, don’t want to end up crying myself to sleep.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this.